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[Kat]

You are such a slob, Mine. I cannot believe that I have to live through my entire life bonded to such a slob. Look, you can’t even eat without getting it all over yourself. You disgust me.
While another person might have been offended by the words which rang in Ev’yn’s mind, the greenrider hardly noticed the assaulting language. Instead, she dipped the corner of her cloth napkin into her mug of water before she brushed the wet fabric over the oil stain on her sleeve. She rubbed quickly for a few seconds, until the stain began to lift out of her shirt. Months of living with Clymeph taught Ev’yn that sometimes, she found it best to ignore her simourv. In order to maintain her esteem and sanity, Ev’yn could not personalize or internalize her bonded partner’s words, because the green simourv could be rather harsh on many occasions. The green simourv watched her bonded partner from outside the kitchen, her body standing to the side of the hallway leading too the area, while her head snaked in through the doorway. Ev’yn had made sure that she sat near the door, so that Clymeph could see her rider. While her meal would be less difficult and stressful if Ev’yn sat outside of Clymeph’s sight range, the girl felt obligated to remain close to her simourv, if only because Clymeph strongly desired to watch Ev’yn eat. While Ev’yn could not rationalize the feeling, she still enjoyed when Clymeph wanted her near, even if the simourv’s affection showed more for mocking her rider than for the woman herself. In a strange, twisted way, Ev’yn knew that Clymeph’s mockery conveyed the green’s love for Ev’yn, and no matter what Clymeph said, Ev’yn always knew Clymeph’s love. It was never expressed, but underneath the scorn, it was felt, a fuzzy, unsure, and thin in every interaction, no matter how unpleased the interaction was on the surface.

The greenrider slumped over her food, shelling her body protectively over her plate, so that her simourv could not see the food that she consumed. Of course, Ev’yn supposed, if Clymeph felt she had to know she could figure it out by stealing the taste of the food, the thought of the food, from Ev’yn’s head, but so far, Clymeph never commented on Ev’yn’s choice of meal unless she could view it. Perhaps the green simourv did hold some interactions sacred, as she rarely commented, at least negatively, about information Ev’yn did not share with her openly. The girl’s emotions were always fair game, and prime choices for scorn, but Clymeph was either to lazy or hesitant to identify the food through searching Ev’yn’s mind. Now that she had spilled grease on herself, Ev’yn slowed down her eating pace. She had been eating rather quickly, to quell a rather consuming hunger which she attributed to Clymeph until the green ate, and Ev’yn realized that she had not. While the girl’s old life as a hunter meant that she did eat regularly for long periods of time, only munching on the eatable plantlife in the woods when she came across it, or on pieces of jerky stored in her satchel, but the Eyrie life spoiled her in that she always had enough to eat. The Eyrie was well stocked with food, which meant that the riders, even the winglets, ate plenty.

Carefully sectioning off a piece of chicken with the edge of her fork, Ev’yn hunched over her plate further, so that Clymeph could not see the event if Clymeph dropped any more food on her clothing. She ate slowly, now, with tiny bites, so that she did not make a mess of herself again. Clymeph’s disapproval marked the girl, even though she did not listen to the exact words her simourv used to express the critique. Ev’yn sighed, as she took her last bite of chicken, before her eyes drifted from the empty spot where the meat sat to her pile of string beans. Ev’yn pushed the beans around with her fork for a second, trying to judge how much butter coated them, before she stabbed a few through with the tongs of her fork and took a bite.
You eat too slowly, Mine. You are like an old lady, always nibbling on her food. It is a vile habit. No one will ever want to eat with you if you eat that slowly. I want to go now. I am very bored. You need to hurry up.
Clymeph protested as she tried to catch her rider’s gaze. Clymeph found that if she could capture Ev’yn’s gaze with her own, the rider would respond more appropriately to Clymeph’s words. Clymeph wanted that control at this moment. Her body shuffled in the doorway, stepping from one foot to another to express her irritation. The simourv squawked, snapping her jaws together, and glared towards her rider with an angry, condescending gaze.

[Evkav]

The day was still young yet there was much that still needed to be done. After a long fly around the canyon, B’oone found himself walking into the kitchens. He was still rather tired from the sleepless night he had received the night before although he tried not to let it show. Instead he nodded at the passing people and gave them his usual grunt in greeting. His red simply hung a few paces behind, trying to figure out what His gained at being so silent. Anoglyph too was rather silent but in his own way. He did speak, but only when the topic was worth the use of breath. If the topic was not, then he would remain quiet and the others would not be graced with his lovely voice.

Walking in through the door, the human nodded once at the green simourv that was sitting outside. The simourv was looking inside the doors but from where he was, B’oone could not see the rider that was inside the kitchens. Why are we here, Mine? I don’t really think this place will show off our talent. Turning towards his simourv he scowled. I’m not here to show of my talent Glyph, I’m simply hungry. You know, for food, not complements. The red simply rolled his eyes at this remark but remained silent. Although cocky and very arrogant, he knew perfectly well when it was time to shut up.

I’ll wait out here then, Mine, and you go eat your strange food.
B’oone walked into the kitchen and that was when he first noticed the darkhaired girl that was perched at one of the tables. He was not sure if she had seen him and he decided not to make a move just yet. He was not in a very social mood just yet and he was not sure how the girl would react. From what he could see of her she was young, he recognised her from somewhere. He made the judgement that it was her simourv that was outside. Going by the age the simourv looked he guessed that she was most likely a Winglet but he could not place her class. Probably Bravo but then again the Alpha’s simourv were growing older and their graduation was very soon.

The man walked over and grabbed out some of the remaining chicken, grabbing some cutlery and a napkin before walking back towards the tables. He looked over at the girl and wondered what she would do if he sat down at her table. Going with his instincts, he sat down at the table nearest to hers, on the chair that directly faced her own. That way, if she wanted to start up a conversation it would give her the opportunity to do so. He noticed that she seemed to be a rather messy eater, going by the stains on her clothing and the fact that there was some food scraps on the table around her place. However, being B’oone, he kept this thought silent and blocked it out of his mind.

Outside the kitchens the red simourv looked inside at his rider and cocked his head to the side. Looking over at the other simourv he smiled. Humans are strange creatures no? He murmured, sending out the thought to his companion. He did not know who the green was but he would be sure to find out soon. He liked socializing, spreading his amazing feats and bravery. This green looked rather attractive and she seemed sweet enough. The large red would be having some fun outside, whilst His had some fun inside. After all, why couldn’t he play some games too? Be nice, the thought came to him from inside and he simply pushed it away. B’oone technically could tell him what to do but, whether or not the red would listen was a completely different story.

[Kat]

When the man sat down near her, it never even occurred to Ev'yn that she had the option of starting a conversation with him. She watched B'oone sit down, eying him carefully, as she tried to place him in her mind. He must be one of the original riders, Ev'yn concluded, because he was too old to be in the Charlie class, and because she stood as a candidate with the Alphas, Ev'yn was familiar enough with the oldest winglet class to discern that the man was not an Alpha. Besides K'ean and Ts'kal, Ev'yn had not interacted with the riders, and so the man made her a bit nervous. He ranked her too highly for her to feel comfortable addressing him. She would just continue to eat alone. Ev’yn shoveled a few more bites of green beans in her mouth. She was even more careful not to spill any food on herself, now that she was being watched.

Clymeph eyed the approaching red simourv scornfully. Did he expect her to be impressed because he was older? Well, Clymeph was not about to be fooled by that trick. She snorted, flicking her gaze from him, as she inspected the red's rider. She was not astonished--that bulky man better not talk to her Ev'yn, who was far too petite to make comment with this ox-man. When the red simourv dared to talk to Clymeph, she snapped her head backwards so that she glared at him with furious, yellow eyes. She shook herself indignantly, tossing her dark green feathers around to express her immense displeasure at the comment.
I suppose some humans are very strange.
Clymeph began, her words slow and methodical. She emphasized the word ‘some,’ to differentiate that she thought that other humans were less strange. The truth of the matter, though, was that while she said she only found some humans strange, Clymeph felt critical of almost all humans. After a short pause, she continued:
And your human is certainly strange, especially in comparison to mine. Isn’t funny how humans can vary so much in attractiveness.
Only when she was trying to prove her superiority over simourvs, did Clymeph even make referential compliments to Ev’yn. While the simourv implied that her rider was both normal and attractive, as the words formed in Ev’yn’s mind, the greenrider’s heart sank. Her eyes grew wide, and she shook her head, pushing her food away with her palm of her hand. Clymeph spoke so out of turn, especially to an older redrider. Many times Ev’yn wished she had a better behaved simourv, one who treated everyone well.

In reaction to the green simourv’s words, the greenrider turned fully to the redrider. Her eyes grew until they looked swollen and horrified, as she studied B’oone for a second. Clymeph had to mock the simourv of a large man, a redrider, no less! Why could Clymeph just keep the insults focused on her rider? The green had to branch out. It was the worst situation imaginable. And what could Ev’yn say to the stranger sitting across from her? She knew that he heard her simourvs reply, and that his simourv would probably object, but Ev’yn did not know exactly what to say. She coughed lightly, clearing her throat, and then she sighed, her body slouching in her chair, before she turned her gaze, sheepish and sad, towards B’oone.
”I’m really sorry that Clymeph spoke so terribly of you to your simourv.”
Ev’yn mewed, her voice thin and sad.
Mine, you are such a spoil sport. Do you feel so weak that you must make everyone like you. I cannot believe you have so little faith in yourself and in me. I bet none of the other winglets treat their simourvs with so much disrespect. It’s practically abuse.
Even though Clymeph spoke only to her rider, she moved her body in response to her words. Her tail twitched, whipping a few times against the ground to express her disapproval. Even though Angoglyph would not know to what Clymeph reacted, she expressed herself in front of him. She cared not what a silly red thought of her.

Because Ev’yn listened to Clymeph, who she tried to ignore as much as possible, she paused, her eyes becoming unfocused, glazed over, as she listened to her simourv. But then, Ev’yn snapped back into focus, and turned her attention back towards the man.
”I don’t agree with any of her words, and she treats everyone that way, so don’t be insulted or anything. It’s best jut to ignore her.”
Ev’yn explained, and she then shoved some more beans in her mouth. She needed to fill her mouth with something, so that she would not spew more information or words. Instead of reacting verbally, Clymeph unleashed a loud squawking sound. She allowed the sound to resonate for a second before the green simourv pressed her body to the door as much as she could, extended her neck to its maximum outstretched state, and clapped her jaws together. She was demonstrating to Ev’yn that if the girl sat mere inches closer to her simourv, she would have been bitten. Clymeph would not stand for her rider to discuss her in that manner, in front of a red, no less. It was completely unacceptable.

[Evkav]

The girl near him did not seem like she was going to speak to him but still B’oone waited. He nibbled on his chicken with boredom as he waited for something interesting to happen. The day was going incredibly slowly and both the rider and simourv needed something interesting to do. They thrived on work but at the moment it seemed as though there was nothing that needed doing. This made the pair rather fidgety and with nothing to do the rider resorted to receding into his shell and becoming the rather unsocial man that his simourv was not proud of. The red was used to the rider’s little shell but he often wished that his rider took more opportunities to show everyone else just how amazing they both were. If His would do that, then their lives may actually be a whole lot better.

The other simourv spoke outside and the red turned his large head to listen. The words however, were not ones that he had particularly wanted to hear. A sort of growl emanated from his throat and he took a step towards the other creature. Narrowing his eyes he wondered what B’oone would say if he took of the other simourv’s head.
You should not insult one as high up as him, the red spat back, his thoughts incredibly sharp and full of clear anger. Or don’t you know how to treat your superiors?

[/i]Anoglyph was fiery and he was certainly not happy at this other, younger, stupider simour. His eyes remained narrow as he glared at the green and wondered how the other simourv had come to be so stupid. He remained standing but his feathers flared out slightly, trying to intimidate the other simourv. The red was much more experienced, in his opinion, and clearly had the advantage of age and practice. Being one of the original simourvs to bond he felt automatically superior to the other of his species and especially this stupid little green. She was certainly not going on his good list.

Calm down, came the command from the red rider as he turned his head towards the door. He had heard exactly what the green simourv had said but was hardly affected by it. Of course, it was quite insulting but the green was obviously young and had an equally fiery temper. B’oone was not one to get too worked up about those kinds of things, unlike his red. He turned back to the girl and continued picking at his chicken as though nothing had been said. There was nothing that could be done now, the words had been said – or thought – and they could not be taken back. An apology would be hard to get out of the feisty green and B’oone knew that if he left Glyph out there alone for much longer the red would force the apology out of the green’s mouth.

The cough pulled the man back out of his thoughts and he forced a small smile. The words however turned the smile towards a more genuine one. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine, really,” he muttered awkwardly, waving his hands in the air. He shook his head and laughed slightly though it was clear he viewed the situation as rather awkward. He gulped softly and looked back outside at his simourv, who was now looking back at him and shaking his large head.
Pick up your act, Mine, show your true colours. Tell her it’s not okay, Mine, because it really isn’t. No one insults you and lives.

B’oone shook his head and clucked his tongue, calculating all of the possible outcomes that could come from this meeting. I’ll do what I want Glyph, and I’m not going to be rude. His thoughts were strong, full of the commanding tone that he used often during the day. The simourv however just continued to shake his head, but turned back to the green with a scowl.

The man noticed the other rider sort of zone out, most likely to talk to her simourv. However shortly after she spoke once more and it sent B’oone back into awkward conversation. “It takes a lot to insult me, don’t worry. And will do,” he paused and smiled at her, wondering what a winglet was doing all alone in the kitchens. He usually saw many of the winglets wondering around together. “I’m B’oone and that fiery red out there is Anoglyph.” The rider wondered if the girl knew he was one of the original riders but he decided not to mention it. He did not want to be viewed as cocky like his simourv usually was.

I’m not cocky, Mine.
Of course not.
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